Semi-Daily Scribbles

Sleep comes easier now. The voices, for the time being, are tired of listening to themselves. Even the most ardent fans of nightmares–Guilt, Shame, and Regret–have turned on the morning light and refuse to look into the shadows. Short-lived respite, this. A truce of sorts has been called between this world and the next. No unwelcome visitations from the grave for at least a few more days. Sometimes evil loses its touch. Evil takes a holiday to regroup and focus on the most efficient means of making mayhem. When the darkness is preoccupied we can go about our business like there is a tomorrow.